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... sts surged toward me in a single wave; some fanatics with blades, others with blood-crusted nails, howling with the sort of madness that drowns out pain and fear alike. Just the unthinking obedience of those who had already given their souls away.
Good.
That’s what I wanted.
The Envoys didn’t follow.
They couldn’t.
A jingle rang out behind me—sharp, metallic—followed by a screech like knives raking across iron. I didn’t need to turn to visualize what was o ...
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